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By Deathbeproud on Wednesday, July 11, 2012 - 10:40 pm:

    to,

    eli golemi.


    adriatic soul food! delicious!


    --droopy


By Spider on Thursday, July 12, 2012 - 04:16 pm:

    I keep thinking about my parish priest molesting children, and I feel so shitty.

    He once gave a sermon about how we live in a culture of envy and how that makes people despise those who stand out and achieve more, hence the push to have everyone conform to the norm of mediocrity and banality. He gave really good examples, the one that stuck with me at the time being the way that children in school are ridiculed by their peers for doing well in their schoolwork. The lesson being, don't let other people's envy (and sin, in general) drag you down into the mire.

    I have thought about that sermon on occasion for years. It helped me in many ways. What am I to make of it now? And all those good things he had said to me in confession that had truly catalyzed healing and peace within myself.

    I don't know how to change my evaluation of him in light of his confession to sexual abuse. I don't know how to reconcile those things.


By droopy on Friday, July 13, 2012 - 11:13 pm:

    i remember your talking about this priest on
    another thread. i couldn't bring myself to say
    anything. i don't have anything worth saying other
    than that i'm sorry.

    on my father's side of the family--the catholic
    side--i had an uncle. he was as devout an irish-
    catholic as they come. but, until the day he died,
    he had a visceral hatred of priests and the
    priesthood. he was of my grandmother's generation,
    and would never have said why. but we knew that
    the only possible reason was that he must have
    been abused by a priest when he was a boy.

    the devil can quote scripture for his own
    purposes.


By The Watcher on Thursday, July 19, 2012 - 03:55 am:

    Spider,
    I have nothing more I can say other than I'm sorry you have to experience this.


By Spider on Thursday, July 19, 2012 - 03:56 pm:

    Well, hey, it's nothing compared to what the victim experienced. It's just one more thing to add to the People Are Fucking Awful list.

    There's a part in the Brothers Karamazov when Father Zosima talks about loving humanity in general and hating individual people. Here --

    "It's just the same story as a doctor once told me," observed the elder. "He was a man getting on in years, and undoubtedly clever. He spoke as frankly as you, though in jest, in bitter jest. 'I love humanity,' he said, 'but I wonder at myself. The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular. In my dreams,' he said, 'I have often come to making enthusiastic schemes for the service of humanity, and perhaps I might actually have faced crucifixion if it had been suddenly necessary; and yet I am incapable of living in the same room with anyone for two days together, as I know by experience. As soon as anyone is near me, his personality disturbs my self-complacency and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I begin to hate the best of men: one because he's too long over his dinner; another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing his nose. I become hostile to people the moment they come close to me. But it has always happened that the more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.'


    But I've always felt the opposite. When you consider the evil, conscious and unconscious, (not to mention the calamity caused by accident or ignorance), humanity has committed and will commit, the enormity of the tally of destruction and sin (for lack of a better word) overwhelms one's capacity for love. But take each person on their own and the task is manageable.


By Danielssss on Sunday, July 22, 2012 - 02:07 pm:

    that is why, Spider, you are so well loved among us.


By sarah on Friday, July 27, 2012 - 09:28 pm:

    they call it the "Tall Poppy Syndrome".

    one of the things i love about AA is that it
    levels everyone. no matter where you are now or
    what you've done wrong or achieved in the past, in
    every vulnerable moment we are all the same and in
    the exact same place.

    good people have the capacity to do very bad
    things, and then sometimes do them. if they are
    truly good people, they live in the torment of
    huge regret.





By droopy on Tuesday, July 31, 2012 - 09:23 pm:

    what am i eating? not tomatoes.

    this afternoon i discovered a 3-1/2" hornworm had
    stripped my tomato plant bare. it hadn't produced
    tomatoes yet, but until now i had hope. took a
    picture of the worm. up close, the head reminds me
    of a manatee. include the whole body it looks like
    the kind of thing that eats tokyo.

    got a local source of farm fresh eggs this week. a
    friend of a friend; his name's kyle. his eggs come
    in white, brown, and blue.

    i'm like jonathan swift. i can love individuals -
    a few; say if they have eggs - but mankind is a
    mess i can do without.


By Dr Pepper on Monday, August 6, 2012 - 08:16 pm:

    Sorry about that droopy, ever tried a indoor homegrown?


By Spider on Tuesday, August 7, 2012 - 03:21 pm:

    Squirrels ate my brother's heirloom tomatoes. Rabbits are eating my flowers. All my poppies, stripped bare. Some mysterious animal has been rooting around the plants on the front porch, and I pray to God it's not that groundhog that used to live in a den next to the basement foundation. The other night, I saw a skunk in a nearby field, and I hope he doesn't get it in his head to visit my garden, too.

    And yet the crows won't respond when I leave bits of old food and bread for them. I like crows; crows are welcome any time nel giardino di Spider. В саду Спидера.

    Russian classes start in three weeks. Better start reviewing my grammar.


    Sarah, I've been reading through your old posts on food and fitness, and they're really good. I've started getting private yoga lessons from an instructor that gives lessons in your own house, and she's an awesome teacher.


    I think I'm going to make these cookies tonight:

    Toasted Coconut Chocolate Chunk Cookies

    Ingredients:
    1 cup flaked sweetened coconut
    4 1/2 ounces all-purpose flour (about 1 cup)
    1/2 teaspoon baking powder
    1/4 teaspoon baking soda
    1/8 teaspoon salt
    3/4 cup packed brown sugar
    1/4 cup unsalted butter, softened
    1 teaspoon vanilla extract
    1 large egg
    2 ounces dark chocolate (70% cacao), chopped
    Cooking spray

    Preparation

    1. Preheat oven to 350°.
    2. Arrange coconut in a single layer in a small baking pan. Bake at 350° for 7 minutes or until lightly toasted, stirring once. Set aside to cool.
    3. Weigh or lightly spoon flour into a dry measuring cup; level with a knife. Combine flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a medium bowl; stir with a whisk until blended. Place sugar and butter in a large bowl; beat with a mixer at medium speed until well blended. Beat in vanilla and egg. Add flour mixture, beating at low speed just until combined. Stir in toasted coconut and chocolate.
    4. Drop by level tablespoons 2 inches apart onto baking sheets coated with cooking spray. Bake at 350° for 10 minutes or until bottoms of cookies just begin to brown. Remove from pan, and cool completely on wire racks.


By droopy on Wednesday, August 8, 2012 - 01:48 am:

    i'm just going to take the hornworm incident as a
    learning experience. i'll try to revive the tomato
    plant outside and watch for worms. this afternoon
    i was stripping my basil for pesto and found a
    little green caterpillar one one of the leaves.

    went to austin this weekend with an old friend. we
    were once very close, but i hadn't seen him in a
    few years. he had recently gotten a divorce. he
    had gotten back on drugs. i told him we could
    spend the weekend at my family's farmhouse in the
    hill country to help clean up a little.

    we left late friday in his car. he loaded my
    wheelchair in the trunk. it's about 200 miles from
    fort worth to the farmhouse. we had gone about 42
    miles when i asked him if he remembered packing my
    ukulele in the trunk. he thought for a second,
    then became wide-eyed, slammed on the brakes, and
    screached to a stop on the side of the highway.

    he got out and ran to the back of the car and
    opened the trunk. i could hear him rummaging
    around. then he got back into the car and sped
    off.

    "no ukulele?" I said.
    "worse," he said. "no wheels."
    "wheels?"
    "i forgot your fucking wheelchair wheels. i don't
    know what happened. but when you asked just now
    and i replayed it in my mind, i couldn't see
    myself putting them in. they must still be in the
    street in front of your apartment. i'm so fucking
    sorry."

    so we drove back. i called my apartment complex
    and had them send some guys down to my apartment
    to get the wheels out of the street before someone
    ran over them.

    we got the wheels and were back on the road. but
    now there was no way we'd make to the farm before
    dark. when we got close, we stopped in a spec's
    liquor in bee cave (a town) and got beer, wine and
    some kind of new texas vodka that was on sale.

    we sat out on the porch and drank, listening to
    insects.

    on saturday morning i was on the porch early with
    my clipper about to give myself a haircut. he
    offered to do it for me, saying he had done that
    in the army. i sat there as he ran the razor with
    its guard though hair. then he said "shit!"

    i looked over at a window and saw my reflection.
    he had taken the guard off to shake out the hair
    and forgot to put it back on. there was a bald
    strip on the side of my head. i just told him to
    finish the job. now i'm bald except for a peach-
    fuzz like stubble. it grew on me as the day went
    on.

    saturday evening was spent on the porch again,
    talking about divorce, jobs, kids, disappointment,
    etc.

    "you have a gun here?" he said.

    "there's an old .22 somewhere. and by old i mean i
    think it belonged to my great aunt. what do you
    want a gun for?"

    "just thinkin' about walking off into those woods
    and not coming back."

    "wouldn't trust the gun, and i don't think we have
    bullets."

    "rat poison?"

    "nope. but you see all those purple flowers out in
    the field? it's silverleaf nightshade. pretty
    poisonous. the cattle rancher the next property
    over had some cows die from that stuff. a herd had
    gotten trapped in a pen overnight and all they had
    to eat was nightshade. when the rancher, guy named
    wong, found them the next morning some were dead,
    other's near death, and the one's still standing
    were trembling and salivating waterfalls. a few of
    them had explosive diarrhea. that's probably what
    would happen to you. i'm not cleaning it up."

    "huh," he said. "what are the little yellow
    flowers?"

    "slender scratch daisy. harmless."


By sarah on Wednesday, August 8, 2012 - 07:48 pm:


    the vodka, was it Enchanted Rock? that's the new
    vodka. made in San Antonio.



By sarah on Wednesday, August 8, 2012 - 07:52 pm:


    also, i don't think you can shoot yourself with a
    .22 - it's too long.



By sarah on Wednesday, August 8, 2012 - 09:39 pm:


    Spider, i hope you get something worthwhile out of
    all that shit. that was a very powerful,
    transformative, and exciting time in my life. i
    still believe many of those directives to be true
    and useful.


    i recently did a 4 month stint in Alcoholics
    Anonymous. i'll give away the ending now: i quit
    because my sponsor told me i'm not an alcoholic.
    which came as a surprise and a relief.

    alcohol has taken hold of me, but in no
    consequential way other than preventing me from
    losing weight.

    and that might seem really trivial to the average
    person, but to me it's a nightmare.

    a certain weight determines my self worth. i know
    first hand that body weight affects much of what
    people judge you by - whether they know you well
    or superficially. it is a beast of burden to be
    overweight. and i fight this every day in every
    kind of way. diet and exercise doesn't work for
    me now how it did 10-15 years ago. it's
    absolutely at once befuddling and terrorizing. it
    consumes way too much of my time and energy. it's
    disgusting and futile, but i can't make it stop, i
    can't make peace.

    what i've learned is that appearance is a gateway.
    and that gateway... well and i could go on and on
    about the way fat people and all people experience
    prejudice. i used to be able to control the fat
    part, and it seems now i cannot.

    fat. overweight. whatever you want to call it. i
    hate feeling encumbered by own body. so i'm
    trying all avenues of repair. i failed the AA
    test.






By Dr Pepper on Wednesday, August 8, 2012 - 10:35 pm:

    Sorry to hear about that garden incident with the flurry pest, Hi Droopy, it is good to hear from you.

    I am still having some problem with internet, however, I am trying to buy a wireless internet.
    Still losing some weight lately, I am down ten pound and trying to look good. My college start soon, I will be attending there for two classes and had my car recently repaired.

    I still having some symptom with my hormone, feeling strange lately and looks forwards to see my another doctor soon.


By Antigone on Thursday, August 9, 2012 - 03:57 pm:

    Sarah, you may have heard me saying this before, but look
    into getting more magnesium in you to help with weight loss. It
    helps sooooooo many things run better in your body. Since
    elevating my magnesium I've been able to maintain my weight
    easily and lose when I want to.


By Spider on Thursday, August 9, 2012 - 04:40 pm:

    I have complicated issues with weight and body image, too.

    I just typed up this long description of my issues, but it's pointless. There is no way to quantify the amount of hatred and disgust I have directed at my body over the years, but Sarah, I trust that you get it.

    But this is my point --

    The other day, I got a mosquito bite on my stomach somehow, and when I was looking at my skin there, it occurred to me that I never look at my stomach. Like, almost never. I've spent countless hours examining every square inch of my face, but I completely ignore my abdominal area.

    And then, I'm home early from work today, and a few minutes ago I was meditating after doing some yoga. I was lying on my back with my hands resting my abdomen, feeling my breath expand my diaphragm, and I had this revelation:

    My abdomen is my most hated part of my body -- I have, probably due to my PCOS, a big pregnant-looking belly that I dress to hide. My wardrobe revolves around "Does this hide my stomach?" I also can't stand to be touched in my stomach, and I have lifelong recurrent nightmares of someone drilling their finger into my abdomen, and it hurts and I can feel the pain in my dream.

    I've always felt disconnected from my body. I'm a head with a body attached (in the words of Margaret Atwood). But this region is especially foreign to me.

    It's like this negative space that I'm disconnected from, a vacuum.

    And yet the organ of my stomach is in that space. It's like I've been trying to fill that space with food, since I can't do it with awareness and acceptance. And the more I do that, the larger the area physically gets, but the more I deny its existence.


    My yoga instructor offers "yoga therapy," and part of that involves body awareness. She says Flow Yoga, with the melding of movement and breath control, is really good for this and we'll be starting on that when I see her in September. I'm really hoping this helps me out.


By Spider on Thursday, August 9, 2012 - 04:44 pm:

    Also, I track every piece of food that goes into my mouth, and it's killing my love of food in a bad, neurotic way. Food is becoming number in a calorie budget to me. This peach is not a delicious, sweet gift to savor, but approximately 45 calories, which means if I eat it I can't sprinkle parmesan cheese in my soup for dinner. For example.

    I don't want to go down this path. Healthy food is an art form; let me appreciate the art.


By Spider on Thursday, August 9, 2012 - 04:47 pm:

    I never did make those cookies. Maybe I'll make them as an act of defiance.

    And I'll put extra coconut in, because I fucking love coconut.


By Antigone on Thursday, August 9, 2012 - 05:01 pm:


By Spider on Thursday, August 9, 2012 - 05:27 pm:

    Page not found, yo!

    But...I gather the gist of what you're pressing from the URL. All right, all right.

    :)


By Antigone on Thursday, August 9, 2012 - 08:57 pm:

    You'll have to cut and paste the link and remove the space in
    "magnesium" for some reason....


By Antigone on Thursday, August 9, 2012 - 09:00 pm:


By droopy on Friday, August 10, 2012 - 03:49 am:

    the vodka was called NUE. something invented by two
    brothers from dallas.

    and i'll put extra spider in, because i fucking love
    spider.

    i have actually played with the idea of joining
    alcoholics anonymous. there is a chapter that meets
    in a church not far from where i live. i thought it
    might be a chance to consort with other pathetic
    people like me.


By Spider on Friday, August 10, 2012 - 08:50 am:

    :)


By sarah on Friday, August 10, 2012 - 12:04 pm:


    i'm taking 4x the daily recommended amount of
    magnesium, half as glycinate, half as citrate. and
    zinc.



By sarah on Friday, August 10, 2012 - 12:18 pm:


    AA is so super cool. i will keep going to
    meetings every now and then just because... it's
    calming. they say the only requirement for
    membership is a desire to stop drinking. so i'd
    like to believe i qualify.

    i have never sat in a room with such an incredibly
    diverse group of people. all ages, all races, all
    religious and political convictions. some go to
    AA on their own; some because a judge strongly
    suggested it. most because in one way or another
    their lives had become unmanageable in a
    devastating way which no nonalcoholic can truly
    understand.

    they don't seem like losers to me at all.

    the big book is entrancing. i read the whole
    thing cover to cover in four days, and i re-read
    some of it again. droopy, you love to read, so if
    for no other reason you should go to AA to acquire
    a copy of the big book.

    AA gives alcoholics and addicts a pathway to
    directly experience a higher power which cures
    them all of a disease that they all share. the
    steps are the pathway. they all agree that if
    they diverge at all from the pathway, even a tiny
    step over the line, their lives will end in ruin
    and they will die as if committing suicide.




By Dr Pepper on Friday, August 10, 2012 - 02:11 pm:

    Don't be a anorextic , you can die from that, however, I have lost ten pounds so far,fact and despite ongoing with my hormone being out of balance...


By droopy on Tuesday, August 14, 2012 - 04:48 am:

    you can access "the big book" online. i skimmed through the
    "agnostics" section. i've had a lot of spirituality, in almost
    every form, thrown at me over the years. especially since i
    became paralyzed. none of it sticks. if i go to aa, it won't be
    for whatever message of hope they say they have. i'll go for
    the drunks.

    got a dozen ffe's (farm fresh eggs) and a tub of fresh figs
    from kyle yesterday.


By la on Wednesday, August 15, 2012 - 11:16 am:

    Make the cookies.

    I haven't made cookies in a few weeks, but when I do, I keep a couple dozen for myself & housemates and give the rest away. And who doesn't love being given cookies? Make them with coconut, or peanutbutter, or oatmeal, or bananas. Whatever you want. Make them with the understanding that you deserve those cookies, as a being of worth.

    Who hasn't struggled with their body and its parts? I've had battles with my whole torso, thighs, ankles and feet; even my hands and wrists don't escape scrutiny (why don't nice gloves fit me? why is it so difficult to have a long enough sleeve?).

    With my feet and ankles it's the worst. Long and narrow, it's difficult to find a shoe that fits in the first place, but one that fits and I like and is comfortable? Nearly impossible. Then, with being prone to sprained ankles, everyone and their dog tells me I need more arch support. Which I hate. At times I struggled in such an overdramatic fashion (granted I was in middle school at the time) as to daydream about having my feet amputated (a la the Girl in the Red Shoes or my aunt) and trade my problems for those of wearing prosthetics.

    Anyhow, things have changed.

    The more I dance, the more I have to communicate with my feet. They're my foundation; I can't continue to hate them. So I started paying attention to them, and letting the voices around me fade away.

    I stopped wearing arch supports. I stopped wearing anything that wasn't comfortable most of the time. My feet will never build their arch muscle if I'm always supporting them! I go for long walks and even run (Run! Before April, I hadn't tried running in 13 years!) sometimes in flat-soled sneakers... every step, my feet feel the ground. Barefoot, sneakers, flip-flops. And somehow, these terrible shoes aren't the ones my ankles roll in. I wore some (abhorred) river sandals a week and a half ago, the day after I got back from riding my bike to Seattle, and while preparing to go canoeing sprained my ankle. Into the giveaway bag they went, there's no point in owning a limited-use shoe that I dislike and causes injury.

    Anyhow, we're not perfect; we can make changes inside our heads and dye our hair and diet and exercise, but the big changes can be a long time coming if they ever happen at all. In the meantime, we should communicate with and love ourselves rather than continue down a road of self-hatred.

    I'm going to go buy some peaches this afternoon if I can find any.


By moonit on Thursday, August 16, 2012 - 07:52 pm:

    I went to a NLP session this week. We didn't actually get to do any of the hypnotic stuff, we just talked for an hour trying to figure out why I self sabotage, why I continually fail weight loss programmes and it was interesting. I go back next week for the brain patching part (I don't know what to call it), but I walked away feeling positive, so thats a good thing.


By Antigone on Thursday, August 16, 2012 - 10:07 pm:

    Get more magnesium. Really, really, really. I was not able to
    control my weight until I get enough in my diet.


By Spider on Friday, August 17, 2012 - 09:59 am:

    I made those cookies and they were great.

    I may have eaten one or two with a layer of dulce de leche spread on top.

    I took pictures of the cookies but have been too lazy to upload them.

    I have to be careful now because I have been at a weight loss plateau for a month now and it is so tempting to say fuck it and make five different kinds of cookies and chow down. Or cake. Goddamn, I would love some cake right now.

    I will get on the magnesium tout de suite.

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By la on Friday, August 17, 2012 - 12:31 pm:

    you
    you
    you
    you
    you!


By Antigone on Friday, August 17, 2012 - 08:49 pm:

    Get on it! Magnesium citrate/glycinate/orotate. 150% of RDA.
    Stat!


By Spider on Saturday, August 18, 2012 - 09:37 pm:

    I just rescued four baby squirrels!

    Around 6 pm, my dad went outside to check on his front garden. All was well. He went around back to check on the plants in the backyard, and when he came out around in front once more, he saw a baby squirrel sitting in the driveway. Upon investigation, there were three more baby squirrels squirming around in the front yard. He called me and I came over to see them, and they looked pretty sickly. They had fur and their eyes were open, so they weren't newborns, and there are no squirrel nests in my dad's or neighbors' trees, and they weren't there five minutes before my dad saw them, so he's is convinced someone tossed them from a car into the yard.

    He was going to leave them there to die (circle of life and all), but I called several wildlife rescue phone numbers until I got in touch with a woman in the next town over who counseled me to put them in a box and see if their mother would come by and get them. By 8 pm, they were still there, curled up and twitching in their sleep. I had to make a few more phone calls, but I finally reached a woman who lives literally within walking distance and who rescues wildlife in her home. At this point, they weren't moving at all in the box and I was worried for them.

    I brought them over to the lady, who had little boxes and crates all over her dining room with squirrels inside, and she said my squirrels were very dehydrated and hadn't been in contact with their mother for a while. But they were alive! And she stuck some bottles in their mouths and got them feeding, and she's going to be releasing them in a nearby forest in a couple of days.

    Two boys and two girls. Godspeed, little guys. May you live to wreak havoc in someone else's yard.


By droopy on Sunday, August 19, 2012 - 11:48 pm:

    consider the baby squirrels of the driveway. they
    toil not, neither do they reap. but if one person
    thinks they matter....


By moonit on Tuesday, August 21, 2012 - 07:30 pm:

    We don't have squirrels in NZ. I saw my first one when we went a ghost town out of Vegas.


By Spider on Wednesday, August 22, 2012 - 03:51 pm:

    I should have taken pictures of the squirrels sleeping in the box, but honestly I was a little freaked out by them.

    That evening I was supposed to have mowed my dad's lawn, and I kept imagining what it would have been like if I hadn't seen them squirming around in the grass and had mowed over them.

    They moved so jerkily and sickly-like, too. To be honest, they gave me the creeping willies.


By Spider on Wednesday, August 22, 2012 - 03:52 pm:

    They moved and squealed like the baby in Eraserhead, to give you a visual. You'd be freaked out, too, I bet.


By sarah on Wednesday, August 22, 2012 - 05:12 pm:


    figs and squirrels.

    my fig tree only produced about 50 figs this year.
    about 30 of them were eaten by squirrels and birds.



By droopy on Friday, August 24, 2012 - 05:23 am:

    my uncle newton, who died recently, used to eat
    squirrels. he was from mississippi and had a life
    story worthy of faulkner. he would eat virtually
    anything. except 'possums. he had a disgusting
    story about them.

    his whole back yard was a garden, and one of the
    things he had was a fig tree. his wife, nina, made
    fig preserves and fig cobbler. this is where i
    learned to love figs.


By Spider on Friday, August 24, 2012 - 12:24 pm:

    Coincidentally, I'm having fig preserves in my lunch sandwich today. It's given me something to look forward to.


    This morning my dietician looked at my food log for the month and emailed me to scold me for eating so many sweets, especially those toasted coconut cookies. Ha, I still regret nothing!


    A job opened up here at my library that would pay 5K more and give me a wider variety of duties while being less demanding than my current job (and my current job is not demanding). I applied for it last week but haven't heard anything back from official channels, but one of my coworkers is certain I will get it.

    If I get it, I will have to move into an office where my computer is in eye-sight of my supervisor, so no more internet browsing on company time for me. Until then...


By Dr Pepper on Friday, August 24, 2012 - 11:40 pm:

    Falkner is common name in the southern states.


By droopy on Sunday, August 26, 2012 - 03:44 pm:

    it's raining like a bastard. i like it when it rains
    on sunday and i have no particular place to go.
    feels cozy.

    good luck with the job, spider. buy an ipad and
    stick it in a drawer.

    i've never met anyone named falkner, but i don't get
    around much anymore.


By Dr Pepper on Sunday, August 26, 2012 - 07:45 pm:

    Wow, I look forwards for a new job at the job fair,currently, my job isn't up to their standard and looking to find a fresher career. My community college where I am attending are hosting a job fair, so, I look forward to see what is available.
    I am taking two classes,beside my work is almost castrophe for me last week Monday.But, I am fine with that and I finally got back on-line at this time. So hopefully things are ok at Sorabji.


By droopy on Tuesday, August 28, 2012 - 01:19 am:

    good luck, dr.

    last night i had microwave tikka masala for
    dinner. got it from trader joe's. it wasn't long
    until i started feeling the cramps in my stomach.
    i checked the ingredients on the box: it contained
    cashews. i don't have the proper enzyme to digest
    cashews, and once it's in my stomach it wreaks
    havoc. i spent all night, until about 5am, in a
    fetal position waiting for it to be over.

    since i moved into my apartment complex 12 or 13
    years ago, there has been a knights of pythias
    hall sitting derelict in the middle of it. it was
    built in 1925 and was the african-american wing of
    the lodge. i found out that the fort worth housing
    authority finally bought the place (the owner was
    going to have it razed) and the mayor will be here
    tomorrow at 9:30am to commemorate the renovation
    of the place. it's going to be apartment lofts.


By sarah on Tuesday, August 28, 2012 - 04:57 pm:


    same. they leveled my first apartment building
    and turned it into lofts. every two and three
    store building in downtown austin has been leveled
    and turned into sky scraping lofts or business
    centers. except 6th street, and a few punk rock
    watering holes on red river have managed to hold
    their ground. but next door - lofts.










By droopy on Tuesday, August 28, 2012 - 09:09 pm:

    i live in a complex of triplexes that covers 3
    streets, so they're not tearing anything down. the
    http://www.fortwortharchitecture.com/kophall-
    2nd.htm,http://www.fortwortharchitecture.com/kopha
    ll-2nd.htm},knights of pythias hall} will be fixed
    up
    and turned into lofts. it's been on an
    "endangered" list for years.

    there's a weird dog wandering around our
    apartments. clearly a stray. he avoids people,
    even to the point of wandering into the street in
    traffic. twice i've seen cars screech to a stop in
    front of him and he won't flinch, as if he was on
    drugs.

    i bet that link won't work.


By Dr Pepper on Wednesday, August 29, 2012 - 08:16 pm:

    Link does not work droopy, is there any way to connects the link?


By sarah on Thursday, August 30, 2012 - 03:56 pm:

    awesome. looks very southern outlaw-ish.


By droopy on Friday, August 31, 2012 - 12:55 am:

    it looks like fort worth. they're going to add a
    wing to it "in the same style". i hate it when they
    do that, it always looks so cheesy. it's like
    supplementing michelangelo's david by standing a
    mannequin next to it.


By Terp on Friday, August 31, 2012 - 03:04 am:


By Danielssss on Saturday, September 1, 2012 - 02:52 pm:

    Hey Doc, I hope you get your wireless hormones fixed. Sarah, I still go to two meetings a week after 25 years in AA. Spider, congrats on being debt free and so very wonderful. Anti, good to hear you. Droop, so glad to see you back.

    Okay, I am going back to my darkened silent cage now where I can find wireless internet and hormones and cookies and settle down into ol page 449 of my ancient edition of the AA BB.

    Working through Gifts of Crow and neurobiology of bird brains. Wish I had one.


By Antigone on Sunday, September 2, 2012 - 12:40 am:

    Glad to see you're still chewing the earth, Daniel.


By Dr Pepper on Sunday, September 2, 2012 - 01:10 pm:

    LOL @ Danielssss, Hoped you are done building the bird nest before the winter.

    Hey Antigone, how are things working out for you lately? Haven't heard from you for a while.


By Danielssss on Sunday, September 2, 2012 - 01:37 pm:

    bird nest got new windows on the third floor, so the office will be warmer now when winter arrives. Raining heavily and all appears watertight. i don't like working on the dormers three floors up, but the cheap labor I hired to do them, well, they nearly are finished. We have one window trim (a 5x5 at 28 feet off the ground) exterior yet to do. But thanks for asking.

    I have been silent for a while, chewing the earth, testing my food and air and water, and measuring background radiation; teaching on the east coast this past spring and staying close to the practice in StL for the most of the summer. I am boring at best.

    My sponsor tells me that if I make thirty years in AA I can think about drinking again. Not. I am drawing illustrations for my little novel of autobiographical snippets for my two boys, so that they know their father in ways they haven't as yet. I want to finish it before I expire, which, likely, will be before my sponsor says I can drink.


By Antigone on Sunday, September 2, 2012 - 09:17 pm:

    Really, Daniel? You think there's only five years left in you?
    Somehow I doubt that.


By Danielssss on Sunday, September 2, 2012 - 09:32 pm:

    if I am lucky I will be able to get social security but I won't have enough time to spend all that I was forced to invest. If i am not lucky you ... will have me around for a while longer.


By Antigone on Sunday, September 2, 2012 - 10:54 pm:

    SS isn't an investment. It's insurance.

    Here's hoping you use it. :)


By Dr Pepper on Sunday, September 2, 2012 - 11:03 pm:

    Uhmm, I hardly had a alochol beverage,I usually drink 1 or 2 times a year.


By sarah on Monday, September 3, 2012 - 05:47 pm:

    last night i enjoyed three glorious and rare
    cocktails at Péché. my favorite was the French 75.
    second favorite Corpse Revival #2 - gin, Lellet
    Blanc, Cointreau, lemon, with an absinthe rinse.
    third favorite was the gin bramble, with creme de
    mure. senor got the NY Sour: Makers Mark, lemon,
    simple syrup, red wine float.


    happy to not be an alcoholic.





By droopy on Monday, September 3, 2012 - 05:59 pm:

    i rarely go to bars anymore, but i ducked into one
    last night to keep from getting mugged. it was
    night and i was alone in a deserted part of
    downtown. i had noticed a car was slowly creeping
    down the street, watching me. the place was called
    malone's pub. there were three patrons there, all
    women, and the bartender. ordered a well tequila
    (no salt or lime) and a negra modelo. shot back
    the tequila and rolled over to a table to drink my
    beer. when i got to my last swallow of beer i had
    one more tequila shot and left.

    unhappy not to have the money to drink more.


By Antigone on Monday, September 3, 2012 - 08:32 pm:

    Droop, it is epically unfortunate that we have lived so near
    each other for years and have never met. One of these
    sundays I shold head over to cow town and we should have
    lunch. I'm buying.


By droopy on Tuesday, September 4, 2012 - 12:14 am:

    i'd be up for that. maybe when the weather finally
    cools down. when or if the mood strikes you, give me
    a heads up. we can pick a place in downtown fort
    worth and i'll meet you there.


By Antigone on Tuesday, September 4, 2012 - 01:48 am:

    Definitely when the heat breaks. I don't know if I'm just getting old
    or just tired of the 100+ days, but it feels more oppressive to me
    these days.


By Dr Pepper on Tuesday, September 4, 2012 - 04:43 pm:

    Antigone, I heard a rumor about SS Administration using our SS as part of Ponzi Scheme,I can't remember which news article I read a while back. Is it possible that the government doing that?


By Antigone on Tuesday, September 4, 2012 - 05:52 pm:

    It's possible SS proceeds are being funneled to UFO research.

    The canard that the SS trustfund "doesn't exist" or some such is
    silly. When there has been more in the fund than can be spent in a
    given year the excess is loaned out to the rest of the government by
    the Treasury. If that were not done then huge sums of money
    would be sitting idle, distorting the currency supply. Folks who say
    the fund doesn't exist because of this don't understand basic
    macroeconomics and should STFU.

    A good article on it:
    http://www.huffingtonpost.com/samuel-h-
    williamson/the-macro-economics-of-so_b_686817.html


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